The End Of Time

Sequel to "We All Must Say Goodbye...Someday"

Disclaimer: Chrnoskitty/KittenOfTime does not own D.N.Angel

Warning: Yaoi, Lots of it, Much past the fluufy bunnies I normally write, this is my attempt at perversion, my first too, so don't kill me, but you cna flame.

Rating: MATURE

Dark had always felt his flaxen-haired lover watching him, he always felt so safe with his angels' protection. He had known, in way, that even if he could not hear Krads' voice, through his ears, his heart always translated for his mind, and he was able to hear what Krad said, and vice versa. Dark had made it a point in his day to talk to the blonde whom he had seen and known for only a day, that had stolen his heart, and twenty years later had not returned it one bit. He always talked to him, no matter where he was, be it a secluded forest or the middle of a crowded bus, he would always strike up a conversation. Dark could feel that the blonde loved him, with his entire soul, and he hoped that Krad knew it was the same on this side of the sky-high fence that divides the astral and physical planes.

His father had asked him how he had known it was Krad, and not some other wayward spirit, homing in on his loneliness and trying to profit. Dark had replied that one night when his father was out, a few months after the flaxen angels' death, he had been in a state of serious depression, he had tried to take his own life. But that was the keyword: TRIED, but he had failed. Why had he failed? Because, The blondes' presence had come into his mind, his body would no longer heed his commands, the blondes' voice, no longer cracked and dry, but smooth flowing, like water in a brook in paradise, had come from his own mouth. "Dark, do you honestly think I'm going to sit here and watch you throw away your life? Do you think I'll be happy with the guilt on my conciesence that you threw away your life for me? I hope you do not. And anyway, if you can't live for your self, then live for me. If you really lack the will for your own life to carry on, change it. Killing yourself now, will only destroy the paths of others who are connected to you. So if your life doesn't mena much to you, I suggest you live for these other people who would die along side you."

After that incedant Darks; began to live his life for the one he lost, even if that meant he had to trudge through it also.

Then the night came, he had never seen it coming, some hit and run stole his breath away:

AND THIS IS WHERE THE SEQUEL BEGINS